My best friend is a silver tongued devil, he made me an addict to him. I can’t seem to get away from him at all. He tells me to slide him across my skin when no one is around. I don’t know why it feels so good. I’m addicted…addicted to the release I get from it. I always have him and if I don’t I’m carrying a pencil.
I don’t understand why I’m treated like total crap, no one notices me ever. If I’m noticed they see me in a corner with my hood up. I sit silent not wanting to be beaten up again and again. I sit in my room every night begging for someone to talk too, but I don’t have anyone. Is it my fault I’m hated? Is it my fault people bully me? Is it my fault I’m a total mistake? Why am I still here if I’m rejected?